Freestyle

I need an alter ego so what about Trim Shady, 
growing up I saw doctors they thought I was crazy, 
others said he's evil and lazy, 
got slapped with a metaphorical belt daily.
Ritalin I was fed, 
sedated with meds
I'm not ashamed of ADHD
but I'm sure my family are ashamed of me
the situation be what it be
but I'll always be me.
Some people say I'm brainless
and those people think I'm a pain in the @nu$,
this is such a random status,
please feel free to delete us,
me and my alter ego 
unfriend me and go.
Cheeri-pluckity-o.
This is a freestyle
 po po po-Em,
and now I'm go go going......
But everyone knows that's not how to end the show,
I guess I disappear and let the audience cheer
wait a minute or more before the encore
and hear that roar 
it's what they paid for
a roar comparable to when your sports team score.
But what do I sing? depression robbed me of everything.
While others have plenty I'm starting new
I lost my twenties, can you relate to me?
Have you ever feared the world because you had anxiety?
Before it consumed me I liked to party
I was outgoing, never at home, only alone in my sleep
avoiding the come down, woke up when the phone rang 
hang over sorted with a sports drink
get it down to rehydrate.
Full English, place the pillows tuck the sheets and arrange the cover
Shower shave dress spray, sports drink two, 
now over the hang over.
Party two in hour twenty two.
Pub crawl, tipsy by now telling my friends I love them all
having a ball 8 hours in throwing up on the wall
mint in mouth looking for a pull.
Wake up wondering where am I
who's this next to me?
Oh i remember, my god she's ugly,
she looked different when we met by the bar, I hope we didn't travel far.
Sneak out the door whilst looking around the floor
for the evidence of protection, can't see it hoping I've not got an infection.
Get dressed without underwear walk out without a care,
Not sure where 
I am, 
damn! Should have stayed in bed for round two,
discover a baggie in my pocket it's what i didn't consume.
Here goes, start the day with a buzz, and party on without a fuss.
Bus stop, get on the bus, battery dying, got to be quick, meet me at 3, two ten bags and a g.
On to day three, another party.
So much fun when I was young, depression started to control, 
but I'll be back and in the end I'll be able to say I stole back what depression stole, through life I stroll, inevitably toward victory.
I'll get back to the old me, without doubt I'll succeed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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